Uncontrolable
What if I had the courage to know what I wanted?
What I told you I was unsure, had regrets?
What if I never had a me?
What I take everything personally and
find offence at what I can't do?
What I were a torn person, with irrelevant time ticking
out of my veins because I never know what to do?
But if I was together enough to say what I felt,
rather than hiding behind something I didn't know?
what if I told you I was truly alone
and kept secrets?
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What would your response be?
What if I said I had to think
rather than freely feel
because that's how I've been raised, trapped
in a controlled shell, waiting to
slowly rebel and break free?
What if I told you I was trapped in my own mind
What if I had no control and slowly let
that insanity
bubble and blow
and spread myself so thin that you could see through me?
How would you react?
What if I told you I felt
deeply and passionately
for everything I adore?
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What if I felt so great as
to one day
I could take the chances I really wanted to?
What if I could control myself
all on my own and not have others
tell me how to feel,
act,
and what to do?
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What if I could be me?
What...
Well, what if I could set myself free from all
these contraints that I feel?
What if I couldn't fee love or loss or joy
or fear?
What if I wasn't paranoid of everything
that could go wrong
and set me off?
What if I never had anger
that swelled up inside me
and explode on the page and into the world?
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